Mark and Cleonora looked at each other, with several couples cavorting lewdly between them, and smiled. They had won. Laura Saunders was theirs now. They would get terrific film out of her for resale around the world, and Mark would have the pleasure of her company as well.
"Help me! Help me, Mark!" Laura cried as the two moistly deflating dog-penises slipped from her still hungering lips and pussy. She licked after the one belonging to the forward dog, but was unable to reach it adequately with her tongue. Her freed hands tried to grip his haunches and drag his still swollen cock back towards her, but the animal struggled away with what she reflected was a very canine laugh at her expense. She tried to wriggle her buttocks backward, but it was no use at all trying to capture the other dog behind her. He had already jumped off the stage and was hurrying back to his mistress with a deeply satisfied smile on his German shepherd face.
"Get me two more! Hurry!" she wailed desperately, gnashing her teeth with growing frustration.
Mark nodded and he and Cleonora went over to drag away the third dog, who had continued to lap and lick at her trembling white breasts. The dog fought to remain where he was, but they dragged him around behind Laura and positioned him so that his swiftly upspringing penis was able to locate Laura's warm damp pussy with little difficulty. He mounted her nakedly bound back and shoved forward, the thin bevel end of his cock pressing forward through her sparsely resisting blonde pubic hair. She groaned with ecstatic relief as he sank home inside of her burning white belly.
"Aaaahhhhh…" she sighed as he began his rapid fucking. It was like a cooling balm within her boiling vagina. "Ahhhh… daaarling…"
"If I release you, will you position yourself properly?" Mark asked her, close to her ear.
"Y-yes! Only hurry… oh… oh… darrrrling…" She nodded her head vigorously, her long blonde hair flying all around as the dog pistoned in and out of her.
Mark hurried to accommodate her, and she was as good as her word. The relief of her legs being freed from the leather straps was so tremendous… and now she was free to buck backwards and get maximum enjoyment from the dog's swiftly thrusting hardness.
Deep groans echoed from her parted red lips, her teeth clenching and re-clenching, gnashing together. Everything inside her strained urgently for orgasm. She didn't notice what was going on around her, not even the pop of flashbulbs as some members of the Park Palisades Women's League took their own snapshots. She didn't hear the lewd sounds echoing around her or feel the hard floor of the dais or smell the marijuana incense. This was all that mattered – this surging red animal rod stuffing up between her throbbing cunt lips. She sobbed with happiness, her long gold hair hanging down all over her face and shoulders, while the dog panted above and behind her, dripping drool on her smooth white back as he squirmed in and out of her affectionately clasping vagina.
The German shepherd barked and began a slow revolving motion with his hips that drove her wild with frenzy. His lust-heated member expanded the hotly clasping walls of her vagina until she fit him like a well-tailored glove.
"Help her, Mark," Cleonora suggested, disturbed at Laura's groaning inability to achieve orgasm. He nodded and knelt down, rubbing his hands lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks of her skewered buttocks beneath the dog's hairy belly. His fingertip probed above the dog's soundly thumping cock and located the tiny puckered opening of her anus. Laura winced with pleasure as his finger suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring and dug deeply into the soft rubbery flesh within. It moved around, expanding her snug anal orifice until the palm of his obscenely intruding hand lay flat against her ass-cheeks, the whole finger sunk safely inside the warm throbbing passage. Laura swooned with ecstasy. Feelings were alive in her body that had no right to exist anywhere on earth, they were so electrifying and soul-destroying. The dog yelped and adjusted to the presence of Mark's hand under his belly by starting a sawing motion in and out of Laura's moist stretched pussy, thrusting forward relentlessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pleasure-drenched body on the upthrust.
The finger embedded in her anal canal joined the slowly pistoning penis in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought groans of anguish and gasps of delight gushing from the skewered blonde's open mouth in time to their lewd simultaneous tempo.
Weird sensations of tingling happiness electrified her lust-enslaved body. Her outrageous debasement and subjugation made her blood race madly, and her pelvis gyrated unconsciously with an abandoned rhythm to match the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her.
"Eeeeh-eh-eeeeeeeh…" She sucked in her breath with every thrust and counterthrust, every pull and counter-pull. "Eeeeeehhhh… eeeeeeehhhhh… darrrrrrlingggs," she gurgled, "yessssss… fuck me like this… oh yesssssssss…" Her voice became a long, crooning supplication for pleasure, and she squirmed and writhed in order to pass pleasure backwards to its providers.
Opening her dazed eyes, Laura saw the glistening red penises of German shepherds everywhere, doing one thing and another with a variety of mistresses. This spurred her as if someone had just nipped at her clitoris with a dull set of teeth. Waves of pleasure flooded her trembling limbs. She was in a great cock heaven, surrounded by them – a prisoner of them – while all the time the dog behind her fucked his red-hot rigidity deeper between her legs, expanding her grasping cunt with each mind-bending stroke. Mark's middle finger drubbed into her as well, and between them she felt trapped as if she were an insect, helpless before their dominating will.
"Don't… oh don't stop darlings! Never, never stop! Oh! Eeeeeh!"
It hit her suddenly, like white lightning out of the blue. One moment she was straining for it, the next she was groaning like a depraved animal as great waves of indescribable joy inundated her frantically aroused flesh, curling her toes and fingers and making her teeth gnash with ecstasy. She wallowed obscenely in it, her cum gushing hotly from between her legs, flooding the dog's loins and flowing wetly down her inner thighs.
"Oh God, oh God!" she moaned as Mark and the dog continued to saw into her, allowing her no respite. She felt like a helpless rag doll. What more could there be in the universe, after that fantastic, shattering climax? What more did they expect?
But she didn't care. She wouldn't care if they went on forever. She was a happy, relaxed receptacle for burning male sperm. That was her fate and now she loved it.
She undulated her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her vaginal muscles at the lust-hardened rod of dog flesh still boring into her cunt, wanting to milk it dry, to fill her belly again and again with the sticky warm fluid that was already running down her shivering white thighs.
If only she had had a cock in her mouth, she would have been happier still.
Not that the finger in her nether passage wasn't producing the most fantastic sensual reaction in her loins. Why hadn't Ralph ever thought of something like that? The feeling was incredible; there was no earthly way of describing it, but why oh why had she had to find out from her neighbor's husband instead of her own?
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her second climax, Laura felt the dog's instrument inflate and begin spewing its white hot load deeply up inside her clasping vagina. It ricocheted hotly around inside her belly and then dripped from the hair-lined lips of her cunt back onto his still wildly fucking cock. His testicles slapped at her tiny tender clitoris, making her jerk convulsively forward. A deep shudder rippled through her helpless exposed flesh as she tried to screw her buttocks back onto the dog's still squirting member, and all of a sudden she was struck by an entire string of firecracker climaxes, which were like small atomic explosions going off in every nerve and muscle in her body.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she barked, falling forward.
Mercifully, sleep came then, and she sighed away into a doze that seemed to have no beginning nor any ending, but which only consisted of dancing German shepherds on a great green field.
It was some time later before Cleonora woke her. She opened one eye, a silly, happy smile spread across her hopelessly relaxed face.
"Cleonora?"
The older woman stroked her pretty face. "Yes, dear. It's time you were going home. Ralph will be worried. Are you an right?"
Everyone was gone from the room. Cleonora had on a dressing gown which concealed well her sumptuous curves. The air was a trifle stale and liquor and full ashtrays were everywhere for the servants to clean up after in the morning. Even Mark Franklin was nowhere to be seen.
Laura's nostrils dilated. She felt so nice and relaxed and she just wanted to sleep for a week. "Yes, I'm all right," she said sweetly. "Did I behave all right?"
Cleonora hugged her affectionately, like an cider sister. "You did fine, dear."
"I'm sorry I was so silly. I didn't know anything. I owe you everything, Cleo."
"Don't worry, we'll find a way for you to pay us back, dear."
"I've been a silly little prude. I thought sex was dirty. But now I love it. I'm going to want it all the time." She looked around for signs of Rover. "Especially from Rover. Where is he?"
"Even dogs need their beauty sleep, Laura, and you've been out for hours. Ralph called a little while ago. He wanted to know where you were. I told him we had just drunk a little wee too much and that you were taking a nap. I told him I'd wake you and send you right home."
Laura stretched luxuriously, her long smooth arms rising high above her head, her legs stiffening out ahead of her over the edge of the little stage. "I feel so nice, Cleo," she said after a lengthy yawn. "So happy and relaxed. I don't think I've ever felt so good in my life. I've been very foolish."
Cleonora pushed her fingers through Laura's blonde hair. "You won't be anymore, dear. Now get dressed and get back to your handsome young husband. I've brought your clothes down."
It didn't take long for her to dress and put her make-up on again. Her lower belly felt all warm and nice. She wondered how it was that she had gone her entire life without knowing this wonderful peace that came from sexual completion.
She certainly intended to make up for lost time.
It was pitch dark as the young blonde wife pulled her car out of the Franklins' driveway and headed down the highway toward her house. She wondered if Ralph would be angry. Well, if he was, she'd make it up to him! And then some!
She pulled up the gravel path just as the clouds parted and the full moon shone across their home. The sea was full of spray and tossing madly. The moon glinted brightly on the sharply peaking waves. It seemed like a good omen. She loved her home and she loved Ralph, and she wanted their marriage to succeed. The marvelous canine fucking she had received at the Franklins' had opened her eyes, but that was fundamentally just an interlude. Ralph was her whole life; eventually she would bear his children.
Not that she couldn't still continue to enjoy sex of every variety, she thought. But that was pleasure, and home and family were more like a business partnership in which both partners invested their lives and souls.
They would find a way.
I've been a prudish bitch, she thought, parking the car to a stop. I didn't try to make Ralph happy, so he didn't try with me, either. It takes two to make a good hot fuck. There, I'm not afraid of saying it. Fuck, fuck, fuck; I love the sound of it. "Fuck!"
The house was dead quiet as she took her key out of the lock. Then she went up the stairs as silently as she could, so that she wouldn't wake him.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she tiptoed across the plush blue carpeting toward their bedroom door.
Only to hear the most anguished sounds coming from within!
"Oh, Christ, you have a nice cunt, Cleonora. Love fucking you, baby. Just want to stuff it up your ass, honey…"
She pushed open the slightly parted bedroom door with her fingertips and gazed inside. There, before her on the bed, outlined starkly in the moonlight, was Ralph, his rigid cock held in his hand, actively pumping the loose foreskin up and down.
Masturbating! Laura had never seen a man masturbate before! She stared in rapt silence as his hand moved up and back, making his soft hairy balls jiggle between his long, muscular legs. His mouth was open, although his eyes were closed, and he was muttering fresh obscenities with every breath.
No doubt his brief conversation with Cleonora over the telephone had brought him to this sorry pass, so that he wanted her more than he wanted his own wife. Did he also think of Cleonora when he was fucking his own wife, Laura wondered. Was that why he would always cum so fast? Laura's seething jealousy flared. She would show him. She began artfully removing her clothes.
"What?" Even in the moonlight she could detect his embarrassment at being caught in such a compromised position. His face darkened darker than the shadows, and she knew he was blushing.
"Oh, it's you, Laura," he said after a lengthy pause, awkwardly and ill-at-ease. He let go of his penis and pulled a sheet up over it.
"Yes, it's me," she murmured as she stripped, doing it languidly, even as if she were engaged in a little dance of the seven veils. She kicked off her shoes, slid down her nylon stockings, and removed her dress. Then she unhooked her brassiere and slid her white cotton panties slowly, teasingly, down the long white columns of her legs. She knew that Ralph was partial to blonde hair, so she was especially slow about revealing her sparse golden pubic triangle. But eventually her clothes surrounded her dainty feet in a soft flow of cotton and silk, and her brassiere fell away to the top of the pile from her softly uptilted breasts.
Ralph's mouth was hanging open as she stepped out of her clothes. He gazed at her magnificent body in wonder as if he had never seen it before in quite this way. When she fluffed out her long blonde hair so that it fell down over the tops of her buttocks, the effect was pure sensuality. He found his breathing coming in small, ragged gasps. He couldn't believe she was actually turning him on like this. After all, Laura was his own wife!
"See anything you like?" she asked in her best imitation of Marilyn Monroe. Then she sashayed her way sexily toward where her doctor-husband lay waiting nakedly on the bed, moving with a calculated wiggle that she had seen girls use in so many countless Hollywood movies.
Ralph was thunderstruck. This performance was so unlike the proper little girl he had married that he was totally at a loss. He had expected – rather, hoped – that active sexuality in the marital bedroom would serve to pry Laura loose from the strangling inhibitions which had made their courtship such a ball-busting hell for him. But he had never expected anything like this, at this late stage. What on earth had come over her?
Or perhaps he should not look a gift horse in the mouth. Without saying another word, he sat up and reached for her. She came into his arms, her high-set round breasts flattening against the muscular hardness of his young chest. He buried his nose in the sweet youthful fragrance of her long, wheat-colored hair, his hard-on resuming its terrible, pounding, blood-engorged desire.
Laura's body shivered as his hands moved down over her softly fleshed buttocks and his fingers slipped into the narrow deep crevice between. A picture came into her mind of how some of the dogs at the Franklins' party had been using some of the women, and she wondered if she had the nerve to suggest it.
"Sweetheart, ooooahhhhh nice…" she murmured as he ran his hands in a long slow caress up and down her back. Her body strained along with his hands as they coursed over her naked skin. Then he returned to her buttocks, rubbing them in small circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons of her ass-cheeks and slithering one finger in the direction of her tiny puckered little anus. Then he withdrew, still somewhat shy of alarming her, and cupped the firm full cheeks again. Then, somewhat emboldened by her moaning acquiescence, he slid his fingers back again between, up and back, gently increasing their pressure.
He had expected his wife to close her thighs to this rude entry, but instead she seemed actually to welcome it. There was no haughty disdain that he would have expected, no pushing away of his hand.
Still testing his good fortune, he pushed his hand up inside the full, satin-like softness of her ass-cheeks until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the soft down of her thin blonde pubic hair. He pressed one middle finger up between the soft damp flanges of her pussy from behind and moved it around in slow, teasing circles, knocking her small nerve-filled clitoris wildly back and forth. The unexpected sensation elicited a gasp and a moan from his normally unresponsive young wife that quite surprised him.
"Are you all right, Laura?" he asked nervously. "You don't mind if I touch you there?"
She shook her head vigorously, gasping for breath. "No, no, do it, Ralph, do it," she groaned. God if he didn't continue touching her there, she swore she would kill him. Then she groaned again, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body on the bed so that she was flat on her back and the whole of her naked front was presented up to him like a sacrificial offering full of intriguing hollows and curves and secret indentations begging to be explored.
"My God, you're beautiful, Laura," he said in a voice choked with emotion and urgent desire for her voluptuous body and tawny flesh.
"Isn't it time you stopped talking and loved me?" she said huskily, in a voice calculated to make his penis jerk. He gulped and knelt down, running his hands reverently over her whitely heaving breasts, her flat smooth belly, her thighs, up and down over her unprotected nakedness. His anxiously trembling hands brought forth small animal mewls of delight from between her tightly clenched teeth. Laura felt as if there were tiny licking flames raging all over her passionately awakened flesh, within the softness of her inner thighs, out through the tips of her now pulsating and pebble-hard nipples, and down again into the tingling, burning core of her pussy where they roared into white heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
"Oh Lord, Ralph," she gasped through parted lips, "love me. Love me to death."
"I want to, darling."
"Don't hurry. Only love me."
She reached around in back of his neck and pulled his head down, mashing her lips against his, spearing her tongue into his mouth and lapping at its walls, top and bottom.
God, thought Ralph, this is not like Laura at all! She usually pushed him off when he tried to press his tongue through her virginal pink lips and into her mouth.
But on the other hand, he was not going to question his good fortune. His hands continued rummaging over her magnificent body and he ran one up between her thighs to discover that she was wet up there much more than was usual for his young blonde wife. He could feel the desire-heated center of her loins flexing perceptibly in the direction of his naked touch.
"Oooooooahhh nice," she sighed continuously up into his open mouth, her tongue pushing lewdly at his, licking it, and searching around deep inside as though wanting to go all the way down his throat. "Sooooooo nice…"
Laura's passion spurred his own, even as disbelief fuzzed his hotly lusting brain. She was writhing and twisting beneath him as if she were his helpless slave.
He wouldn't be able to stand it another second, he knew, so he moved over, slithering on top of her burning white body like a protective blanket. His cock felt as if it were about to explode out of control beneath him, and he reached down on both sides to draw her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her throbbing wet cuntal slit was presented open to him in a soft glistening oval.
He held them waiting there for one long, torturous moment, then reached down to implant himself. Something stopped him at the last second – the need to find out if she was really his at last – and he whispered hoarsely: "Put it in for me!"
Ralph let his breath out slowly in a long sigh of relief as her hand came burrowing down without hesitation between their obscenely positioned bodies, her warm fingers closing snugly around his rigid shaft of penile flesh. Her thumb and forefinger tightened around the throbbing head, guiding it gently into the wet, fleshy folds of her vagina. He felt the soft blonde pubic hair grazing easily over it as it hung poised for entry between his young wife's snugly pulsating pussy lips. It was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of his hardness with one mighty skin-splitting plunge into her quivering white belly.
Yet he waited, waited for a further sign from her. They had reached a plateau of some kind, and he wanted to know what direction she wanted him to travel in. It came to him in a rush – the realization that he had not been so careful with her previously, and that perhaps that had been a part of her seeming failure. He could make it up now, if she would let him.
She needed it now, that was obvious, and that was what he had wanted from her from the very first. It was almost ecstasy to torture them both with this excruciating delay. He had to do it because this chance of finding each other in sex might never come again if he played it wrong.
"What should I do, Laura?" he whispered. "What do you want me to do?"
"Do…" she breathed, and her eyes opened. "If you have to ask me, then don't do anything."
And that was when he decided to fuck her breasts.